Ample avoidance reckons the spectrum between divinity and chaos,

Scratches at the door, requirement of synchronicity to portray that you’re on to something,

Failing with glee, as nourishment turns downcast upon belief of the past.

There is no sole victory.

There is no vanquished dream.

An alternative chosen, as the stride melded too quickly into a triumph of a marathon.

Relentless upon circumspect guidance.

You’re gonna burn yourself out.

Crosshairs and crossed wires, subjected to be painted on one’s own brain.

Just as a reminder,

do not capsize the boat.

There’s less detours this way.